Just a Day in the Life of a Mom with Twins

WARNING: THE FOLLOWING IS A RANT Not that I need to give an explanation to anyone but I HATE when people assume and their assumptions are wrong!! Most people know my little family lives in my parent’s “in-law-suite” in their home. It was designed so you could shut two doors and it be completely separated from one another, think apartments or duplex. So my family lives downstairs and my parents and siblings live upstairs on a raised ranch style home. We have two bathrooms, two bedrooms, a working kitchen, living room and laundry room all downstairs (my mom and I share the laundry room – although there is a separate hook up in the downstairs kitchen for a stack-able washer and dryer). Okay listen, I want to make this crystal clear * ahem * just because we live in my parent’s basement does not mean we have built-in-babysitters. It does not mean I have extra help 24-7! People seem to think that I have it so easy as a first time mom just because my own mom lives upstairs, in the ...

What is a husband? According to Google a husband is “a married man considered in relation to his spouse.” Some synonyms are spouse, partner, mate, consort, man, helpmate, etc. My husband is so much more than those words. Is he all those words mentioned; spouse, partner, mate, helpmate? Yes, of course! But to me he is my hero. I haven’t officially been diagnosed with Transient Migratory Osteoporosis as the testing I need to have done to confirm it cannot be completed until after delivery of the babies; however, I’m strongly confident that this condition is what I have. If you’ve read my previous blogs you’ll noticed I’ve mentioned it before and talked a little about what it is and somewhat of how it effects the body, but this blog isn’t about that today. No, it’s about my husband. I always knew my husband was a good man. He has a kind heart. He often thinks about other people’s problems and how to solve them before his own. He prays daily for those he knows in need. He is a...